>>5805906You were supposed to be afraid of it, but you weren’t. You weren’t afraid of it because it had tipped its hand already: If there were something to fear, it wouldn’t be trying to confuse you, intimidate you, or hide from you. It would have just done something immediately. You’d be dead and this pageantry would never have mattered at all. It was all just a spook.
No, this thing was eating your chakra, you realize. You were still probably standing in the field, hand outstretched to touch it. And this hellscape was just an illusion to confuse you while it finished the job.
Tora. You close your eyes and channel energy into your core.
Slowly depleting. Too slow.
You went back to the spot where you encountered the demon for the first time. The shadows dance away from you as you pass close to them, dancing away from you the tune of a song of death and loss.
Nothing there. Your gaze casts down into the water, and you see to three things. One. You see yourself. You are <span class="mu-b">BLUE</span>. <span class="mu-b">BLUE</span> that pushed away the <span class="mu-r">RED</span>. Two. You see another <span class="mu-b">BLUE</span> figure, a girl, indistinct, watching you from some tangle in the reeds invisible to your unaugmented eyes. Three. You see the movement of something large, something white underneath the water’s surface.
You plunge your head into the water, open your eyes and take the measure of this thing. You can’t hear it, but its will washes over you like a psychic wave.
<span class="mu-r">DIE.</span>
<span class="mu-b">PRIEST.</span>
>DIE PRIEST>FIGHT PRIEST (Gimme some kind of plan.)>1d100, 1d100+10 WoF 